Though the sect higher-ups had suppressed the matter and refrained from publicizing it, it still caused no small stir among the Wutai Sect disciples.
In particular, news of the reappearance of the Wuji Demonic Sect, which had vanished without a trace for many years, was like a boulder cast into a lake, sending ripples upon ripples across its surface. Private discussions ran rampant, and people's hearts grew restless.
Several days later.
Inside the Quiet Room, Chen Qing sat cross-legged.
Steam rose from his sweat-soaked body, his skin flushed red. He seemed as though he had been placed inside a blazing furnace!
Qi and blood surged through his body like the raging torrents of an angry river, issuing muffled thunderous roars as they wildly scoured and condensed within his limbs and bones!
[Qingmu Everlasting Spring Art, Entry Level: (499/500)]
His mind was intensely focused as he precisely guided every strand of rushing, roaring qi and blood to strike at that final, crucial meridian node!
Compress! Condense! Ignite!
"Hummm—!"
A strange hum that only he could hear rang out from deep within his dantian.
It was like a faint spark stubbornly flaring to life amid endless darkness.
The spark was exceedingly weak, flickering unsteadily as though it might go out at any moment, yet it contained an indescribable vitality.
The fire seed had been ignited!
Chen Qing abruptly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing past them.
The qi and blood rushing and roaring within him gradually subsided, like an enraged sea at ebb tide, returning to profound stillness.
Transformation Perfection! As naturally as water flowing into its channel!
And the Qingmu Everlasting Spring Art had also reached entry level.
Next, he could begin striving for Embracing Dan Strength.
Chen Qing took out the wealth he had obtained from Ye